- Jun 24, 2003
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So I decide to go for a run this afternoon, here in Dallas, Texas. Thermometer is reading 100 degrees outside la casa. I'm usually a night time runner, but since I had some spare time, I thought, hey, why not?
Because it's freakin hot as sh!t in Texas, that's why not. I made it about 3 miles out of my usual 5 mile when I realized that somehow, my body had run out of moisture. I couldn't swallow, my mouth was dry, my legs hurt. It was like a freakin death march.
During that last mile, I hear a scurrying on a fence to my side. I look over, and there's a squirrel looking at me with the same expression that I have, "Oh sh!t, a squirrel! He's only 2 feet away!" Well, the squirrel starts running down the fence in the same direction as me, and then all of a sudden, leaps OVER me to a tree on the other side of the trail, leaving a stream of squirrel urine behind, like an octopus escaping a shark. I was the shark. And I was not amused.
And so, dying of thirst, lightheaded, and peppered with squirrel piss, I arrive home, to write this post, as I chug Gatorade.
Because it's freakin hot as sh!t in Texas, that's why not. I made it about 3 miles out of my usual 5 mile when I realized that somehow, my body had run out of moisture. I couldn't swallow, my mouth was dry, my legs hurt. It was like a freakin death march.
During that last mile, I hear a scurrying on a fence to my side. I look over, and there's a squirrel looking at me with the same expression that I have, "Oh sh!t, a squirrel! He's only 2 feet away!" Well, the squirrel starts running down the fence in the same direction as me, and then all of a sudden, leaps OVER me to a tree on the other side of the trail, leaving a stream of squirrel urine behind, like an octopus escaping a shark. I was the shark. And I was not amused.
And so, dying of thirst, lightheaded, and peppered with squirrel piss, I arrive home, to write this post, as I chug Gatorade.